Justice Sylvia Blain's POV

"Justice! Justice! Time to get up!" A large group of small children burst into my dormitory. I was immediately showered in hugs from the six little kids who lived with me in the orphanage. The youngest, Tara, who was only five jumped on top of me with such force, it knocked the wind out of me.

"Dog pile!" Shouted ten year old Davie. He was the most rambunctious of the group, being the oldest boy. He launched onto my bed, followed by the six year olds, Serenity and Kevin, and finally eight year old, Paige. The oldest of the little ones was Winter, who's first Reaping was today. I pulled off the grabbing children and noticed a troubled look in her dark brown eyes.

"Winter, sweetie, whats wrong? Are you nervous for the Reapings?", I ask, concerned. Winter slowly nods her head, her dark brown hair bobbing around her thin shoulders as she did so. Ever since I came to the orphanage when I was seven, Winter, who was only four at the time, became my only friend. It pained me to see such a sad look on her face. Tears welled in her little eyes and my heart broke.

I walked her over to the stool that sat in the corner of my small bedroom and brushed her hair while calming her down.

"What if I get chosen?", she asks with a worried tone.

"You won't, trust me. Your name is only in there once, don't worry," I reassure her.

"But what about you?" She looks up at me, concern written in her eyes.

"I don't think I'll be reaped, Winter." However, I wasn't really sure about that. This year, I had taken the tesserae for me, my "mom" and the other kids. I lost count on how many times my name would be in the bowl this year.

"Alright, now how about you go to your room and pick out what dress you want to wear, okay? Surprise me." She turns around and trudges out of the room. I understand how she feels. I was like that on my first Reapings, too, three years ago. I go over to my small wardrobe and pull out a pair of faded jeans and a blue t shirt. I didn't own any nice clothes since I was the biggest, and all we had were hand me downs. Even though I'm skinny and slender, I'm still too big for most of the orphanages clothes.

I look in the mirror and the first thing I see is the long scar on my forehead caused by falling metal, a few years ago. It wasn't the most attractive feature ever, but I had learned to live with it. I'm shortish for my age, measuring five foot three and I have super pale skin, like most people in the district. I untangle my chest length brown hair, which is always a pain and tuck a photo of me and my parents into my pocket for good luck. My parents had died in a factory explosion when I was only seven, so I didn't really understand death. For years, I believed that they had abandoned me, until I was told what really happened. I was completely devastated, my dreams of having them come to get me were shattered. I sank into a deep depression that lasted for months. The only reason I was brought out of it was because Winter couldn't bear to see me so sad. In no time, I was back to my normal, loud, outgoing self.

I go down the rickety stairs, to help my foster mom, Antoinette, prepare breakfast. However, I avoid the sink since I have a horrible phobia of water. I don't know why I'm afraid of it, it just happened. I sit down at the table with Tara, Winter, Serenity, Kevin, Paige, and Davie, and we eat our breakfast in silence, which is extremely rare. I then grab Winter's hand and and we begin our trek to the town square.

Trevor Yaksin's POV

"Trevor, get up! We're late!"

I quickly sit up in a panic. Today was reaping day, I had completely forgotten. And now I was going to be late! I grab my thick, round-rimmed glasses and quickly throw on some black dress pants and a navy blue jacket. This year is my first year in the Reapings and I can't be late. All my life I've heard stories of people who have been just a minute late and have been beaten, and sometimes killed. I didn't want to get hurt, and I definitely didn't want to die.

I quickly inspect myself in the mirror. I have a blond buzz cut, stocky build, and dark brown eyes that compliment my olive skin. I'm incredibly short for a boy of my age, less than five feet. After grabbing an energy bar, I sprint out the door to my certain doom.

I'm absolutely terrified of the games. I can't bear to watch them. Just imagining myself in the arena makes me sick to my stomach. It's so cruel putting kids in the arena to fight to the death, but I don't say anything about it since I'm too afraid. When I arrive at the town square, I sign in, my eyes watering from the finger prick. My head hurts and I feel dizzy at the sight of my blood being drawn. The sight of blood has always sickened me, which is yet another reason why I hate the games. After being signed in, I go over and stand in the twelve year old section as our escort makes her way onto the stage...

Justice Sylvia Blain's POV

I stand in line with Winter as we prepare to get signed in. Since I'm used to the finger prick, I barely even notice the pain. However, I see that Winter is on the verge of tears. I try to go over and console her, but we are already being whisked away to our sections. While I'm waiting for the escort to begin the Reapings, I sneak a look over to the other side of the square, trying to see how Winter is doing. Unfortunately, since she is so short for her age, I can't see her over the towering figures of the other kids.

Suddenly, all conversation stops as our escort makes her way to the stage. It seems like we have a new one this year, and she looks the worst of them all. With saggy, yellow-green skin, probably from morphling addiction, Sarnia Zephaniah, sulks onto the stage. Her dark brown hair is flat, with no volume and is extremely dull. Her deep brown eyes have no emotion what so ever. I could tell that everyone in the audience was sorry for her. However, that all changed as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Uhh, Hello people! And uh welcome to the, shoot I forgot which number it is!" She was so incredibly stupid, she didn't even know what year it was. A peacekeeper walks over to her, a annoyed look on his face and whispers something in her ear.

"Oh yeah! Welcome to the 125th Hunger Games!" She squeals. "Uh, okay, how does it go? Guys first? Wait, no, it's the girls. Never mind!" She walks over to the Reaping bowl, stumbling on her 12 inch heels.

"Justice Blain!"

"NO!" I hear a shriek coming from Winter, she's running towards the podium. She was going to volunteer.

I hear her begin, "I-"

"Don't you dare!", I yell as loud as I can, "Don't you dare volunteer for me! I'll be okay!" But, on the inside, I was the opposite of okay. I've never trained before, and now I'm expected to kill. I need to stay strong for Winter and the kids. I fast walk to the stage with purpose and see the peacekeepers dragging Winter back to the other kids. Out of the corner of my eye, Sarnia is choosing the boys name.

Trevor Yaksin's POV

Well, that certainly was dramatic. I've never seen anything like it before. Actually, I usually have my eyes closed during every bit go the games, including the Reapings. Our pathetic escort, Sarnia, goes and chooses a boys name.

"Trevor Yat-, Yastin?" She fumbles with my name, like a lot of people do. I knew she was talking about me. Immediately, I lose control and start bawling my eyes out. A few of the other kids shoot me some smirks, and I even hear people muttering about how pathetic I am. Still sobbing I climb the stairs to the stage. And hold out a trembling hand to Justice, who takes it in hers and shakes it. I already knew that I wouldn't survive for long. Tears rolling down my cheeks, I accept my fate. Through my blurred vision, I see that Justice is giving me a sad look. It's hopeless.

A/N

Two updates in one day! Thanks everyone for reading! We're finally half way through the Reapings. I know it's slow, but things will speed up once we get to the capital. To save time, I might only do a few Interview, Chariot, and Training Score POVs. But I'll try my best to get everyone in as much as possible. Thank you Peeta6in6real6life for Justice, Trevor, and Sarnia! Also, if any of you are Phans or Whovians, be sure to check out my other story Phantom of the TARDIS! Lastly, I will be taking down the poll on my profile, but I will be re posting it once the Reapings are done. The reason is that I want the results to be more accurate, and I believe that it would be better if you knew a little about the tributes you are voting for. Here is the trivia question:

What British television event is happening the day after the (USA) Catching Fire release? This is worth 15 points.

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